I Don't Want to Live Forever

If the author wrote this book, you couldn't keep writing about Li Cheng's defeat! Now it is also written that the heroine has two of their children. If Li Cheng continues to defeat the country and the country dies, even if he does not consider himself, has he thought about the consequences for his wife and children? (Although there are obstacles from Zhuge's thoughts, this is impossible to happen) I feel that this is a very irresponsible behavior (●°u°●) " I hope the author can fill this hole well

If you want, I will deliver it to your door myself~

I wonder how long it takes for the one percent

This book is very good. I almost laughed to death when I read it at night. You can see the future limitations of the book just from what you see, because you can't just rely on the Prime Minister's Dihua to make everything complete. In addition, the protagonist has a life span of thousands of years. The heroine only has a hundred years. I guess I will give up when the heroine dies. I feel that many people should be the same as me. Since there is a system, we can add some other settings. After all, the system carries the word eternity. I hope that it is not just Li Cheng who is eternal.

As soon as the protagonist is born, his parents must die first. My talents are astounding from ancient times to the present, and I can do everything. There was a fiancée who came to break off the engagement. If the protagonist is not convinced, don't bully the young man into being poor. If you go out to study art, you will definitely have the opportunity. There must be a story about becoming a disciple of someone so-and-so, and being a disciple was jealous of others, and all the senior brothers were dissatisfied. The protagonist is slapped in the face, and the senior sister comes to help. Advise him to be patient for a while, and a chance will come. As magical weapons and magical skills come, so must the magical beasts. Once the magical skill is mastered, the enemy will appear. The two of them are like fire and water, and someone must come to persuade them. The sect held a grand competition and got the top three in revenge. The master invites me to meet you and go out to travel around the world. There are beauties in the world, and beauties have troubles. The protagonist comes to help and the trouble is solved. Then she told her origin, she must be a daughter of aristocratic family. The family then arrives and the beauty must leave. The protagonist wants to find her, but the power gap is too great. The auction house will definitely gain something later. Then find your teammates, who are beautiful women. When you leave the city and change the map, you can get air every second. The beauty is found, and the head of the family comes to test her. There is a strong enemy in the test, and the protagonist has to solve it. After all, the clan members praised me for being so awesome. After finishing the work and returning home with beauty, the master is no longer here. The leader explained the reason and then went to take revenge. After returning to the sect, elders from all parties arrived. Complaining provokes a strong enemy, who will then arrive. The protagonist is ashamed of his powerful enemy, who is very angry. A shocking battle breaks out, and everyone comes to give their lives. The elder had nothing to say, so the leader gave up his position. The protagonist refused and then left with Mei. See you in ten years, the protagonist is invincible

Man, Or put on a suit and strategize from afar, Either put on military uniform and guard one side, If it really doesn't work, put on women's clothes and cause harm to one party.

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of the morning, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth. , I still like you very much until death, like the sunshine filling the world, gentle and comfortable, like the wind blowing in my heart, I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and the polar regions, thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like The whale sinks at the bottom of the sea and breathes softly. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have waited for many years. I still like you very much. Like the whale that lacks oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much. I still like you very much, like a subject. Until the restoration of the dynasty is far away, I still like you very much. The willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, and the sunset is ebbing. I can't help myself. I still like you very much. Like clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, without rest, I still like you very much. Like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you. I like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining, I still like you very much, like the spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt that I still like you, like a shrew scolding the street. , No matter what, I still like you very much, like the rain falling all night long on green emerald green flowers, Juanjuan does not hesitate, I still like you very much, like the rain falling in the plum rain season, endless, I still like you very much, like the smoke curling up a little, Tangli frying snow and falling rain, I still like you very much You are like a flying crow attached to a fish in the sea. It is difficult to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why I still like you very much. Like a noisy secret. Even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much. Like the begonia in the garden that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much. Like the sun and the moon taking turns. Alternately, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit, I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, blurred by neon, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much. I like you, like raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, the softness disperses, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, a glance thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of the hairpin head phoenix, I still like you very much when I am lovesick, like the spring night red I am dreaming without a breath, and I am afraid that I still like you very much. Like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain. I still like you very much when it enters the channel. Like the clouds and smoke that turn into silken rain, all the tenderness and violence are given to you. I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long. Despite all the difficulties, I still like you very much. Like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer. Even if they are not as good as you, I still like you very much. Like thousands of piles of snow rolled up by the cliff, I still like you very much as the years pass by. Like the sky full of shooting stars falling to the ground and the wanton fireworks, I still like you very much. Like the waves hugging the reef again and again, I still like you very much with all my strength, like the fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the wind whispering in my ears, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like Xiaxiaya ya A child learning to speak, I still like you very much even if my words don't convey my meaning. Like the chirping of a zither in the rain. Why don't I go back and I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable babble in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. , I don't know, so I still like you very much, like longing for you like a river passing away, I still like you very much without stopping, like the cliff flattening and the whole forest regenerated, I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the tree, like yellow flowers piling up on the ground, I am an old friend thousands of miles away I still like you very much, like a lump in my throat, like sweet rice. I still like you very much, like the sea changes into the mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story, half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice. I still like you very much, like Stars and waves are playing in the dark night for hundreds of millions of years. I still like you very much without complaining, just like the old opera excerpts in the old city. I still like you very much with gentle words, just like the overlord bids farewell to Yu Ji. I still like you very much if the situation has to be forced. Like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like Hongdou dimly, lovesickly. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the streets, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, the palace and the business angle. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand in my eyes, tears like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

You taste, you taste carefully I came up with these two names at the same time, and I burst out laughing.

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. A gangster at the table across from her whistled at her and asked her to start drinking. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed her. It lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, the streets were full of people still praying to Buddha. Why was it so cold on the lonely sandbank? Yes, it's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her once downstairs. I am very happy, I am also very happy, and it is time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. In the dream, it was 15 years ago. In the dream, there were familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar person. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What is left now is just nostalgia. I am almost 30, and suddenly I feel Confused, often unable to sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking and smoking alone, not knowing the way forward? The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her downstairs door, and the light in the room was still on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I took a few bottles of beer from the car. , Sitting on a chair in the park downstairs from her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. It's a pity that the groom was not me. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car. Firecrackers went off and the car drove away. I was still following behind the motorcade, and suddenly a text message came on my phone, which was sent by her. She said, "Don't give it away, I will marry you again in the next life, forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and cried all night... That day, my heart hurt like countless needles, and I cried, very sad. I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, I have loved the bride... I have no regrets. Whether it is success or failure, everything will be in vain when I turn around, life or death. Life is only a hundred years old. Why should I be obsessed with a result? The only thing I want to do now is to charge my mobile phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.

I am now reading Chapter 73. The protagonist has a life span of more than three hundred years, but he still thinks about defeating the country and how to return to modern times. But I think since you already have a life span of more than three hundred years, wouldn't it be good to stay here? If you go back to modern times, you will only live for a few more decades. And I also saw a comment below that also asked me a question. He saw more than a hundred chapters and has a life span of more than a thousand years. Since you have such a long life, are you afraid that your technology will not develop to the modern level? And I still don't understand why the protagonist goes back to become the rich second generation? Wouldn't it be nice for him to be the emperor here? In fact, if you say you miss your parents or something like that and want to go back, you have enough reasons. But the problem is that I have never seen the word parents before. And the comments below also said that after more than a hundred chapters, you started to travel around the mountains and rivers, completely ignoring the government affairs. Then I would like to ask you what to write next? It sucks? The main reason is that it is too difficult to find a book that suits my taste. I don't want it to just disappear. I hope the author can consider our suggestions.